I wrote FUBarr the other day. I focused on how Special Counsel Robert Mueller explained his treatment of the obstruction of justice issue, given that he could not indict President Donald Trump, and did not have facts which allowed him to clear the president. As well, I took out after Attorney General William Barr and a columnist, on account of their blatant mendaciousness.

One of the smartest people I know, B.A., commented on the post. She noted the “regular person’s” frustration with the nuance, while also observing that Russian interference with the election ought to be mattering more, to President Trump and everyone else.

The Mueller Report – that’s what I’m calling it, official title be damned – represents the product of what Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein directed Mr. Mueller to do when he appointed him on May 17, 2017. The primary charge? Determine whether there were “any links and/or coordination between the Russian government and individuals associated with the campaign of President Donald J. Trump.” The conclusion? Both

I’m one of your constituents. I write because I’m concerned about you. Very concerned!

You tell us regularly that we’re not paying attention to your accomplishments. Wall under construction. Tax cuts. Stock market at record levels. No more nukes in North Korea. NATO nations—not allies, just nations—paying more bigly, because of you. Black Americans better off then ever before. And, always, you’re da Best!

We hear a different story, but that’s all Fake News, right? That’s what you say, almost every day, on Twitter. Must be true, for you’re our POTUS. You’d never tell a tale, Mr. President, would you. Not you.

I saw a post on FB the other day, dissing the United Stated Postal Service. I don’t recall the words, but I remember how I felt: Pissed Off! I’m a big USPS fan, and reflexive jabs at it “anger up my blood.” (Satchel Paige – maybe the best baseball pitcher ever – said “avoid fried foods, which angry up the blood.” Me? Fried foods good; dissing USPS bad.)

I shop often on eBay, and I’m the a-m-a-t-e-u-r in my life. (LB loves eBay and the USPS, and she does eBay way better than I ever will.) Almost everything arrives via the Post Office. On time. Unbroken. And with a smile and more from

From time to time I write about subjects, even though I lack a deep, personal knowledge base. G-d bless the Internet, which provides ready access to reliable sources. (Yes, I believe the MSM. Working journalists—people, mostly underpaid relative to societal value, who seek truth—get the story right, mostly.) With a functioning brain which can string together sentences and organize them into paragraphs, I write posts people read. And I sleep well, comfortable that I am not offering Fake News.

Then there are those moments when I write with first-hand knowledge. Like, about real attorneys, working.

So, what do we—working attorneys—do all day? Lots. My days include telephone conferences with clients and other, along

Trump

First, let’s dispense with ‘did he say it’ inquiries. Senators Dick Durbin (D-Ill.) and Lindsey Graham (R-S.C.) confirmed the statement. Staffers at the White House claimed the comment would play well with Trump’s supporters. Initially, the White House did not deny the reports. And Mr. Trump bragged about the comment to his friends.

Second, shame on those elected Republicans – almost of those who have addressed the comment –

Days go by fast or slow, depending on what’s up, my mood, etc. Weeks and months and years? They pass like a train in the biggest hurry to get to who knows where. 2018 already? Incredible!

With yet another loss at the end of a year, my mind wandered to an emblem of aging: more funerals than weddings. Googling that phrase took me to Ecclesiastes 7:2: It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of everyone; the living should take this to heart. Hmmm! From writings which include the reminder that there’s a time for everything and a season

Whither Kathy Griffin and the head! Don’t look for the head here. Or for any references to stories about it, for reasons which will become evident in short order.

President Donald J. Trump told us two weeks ago that “[n]o politician in history—and I say this with great surety—has been treated worse or more unfairly.” Uh, OK. If we ignore your bullsh*t claims about where your predecessor was born. If we ignore the decision by the Republican Congress to fight President Obama at every turn, in an attempt to make him a one-term president and, after he was re-elected, to interfere with his legislative agenda in unprecedented ways. And—because we all work

The first 100 days of Donald J. Trump as President of the United States came and went today.* For smart, take-no-prisoners analysis from the absolutely terrific Editor-in-Chief of the New Yorker, David Remnick, read A Hundred Days of Trump. And for an “outside the box,” kinda-sorta view, read Andrew Sullivan’s piece for New York magazine, Maybe America Wasn’t Crazy to Elect Donald Trump.

I have a somewhat different take. Mr. Trump correctly notes the fact that 100 days mean nothing, really. And the fact that he made the 100 days a big deal several times (before he realized he has accomplished zippo), and can’t decide which side of the line he wants to be on—both, as usual, seems

Donald Trump steals stuff. Goods and services. From regular people, like you and me.

He stole $30,000* worth of pianos from the Freehold Music Center in Freehold N.J. (Details here.) He took more than $100,000 worth of telecom services from a company by Brian Walsh’s father. (Here’s the skinny. Worth noting? Mr. Walsh works for a Republican public affairs firm, and while he won’t vote for Donald Trump, he won’t be voting for Hillary Clinton, either.) From among the 100+ additional reports about Donald Trump stealing goods and services, his theft from the people who catered the Marla Maples wedding stands out. (Read about it here.)